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It is not far, it is within reach. Perhaps you have been on it since you were born and did not know.
The Weaver’s Prayer
My life is but a weaving between my Lord and me
I cannot see the colors He worketh steadily.
Oft times He weaveth sorrow and I in foolish pride
Forget He sees the upper and I the underside.
Not till the looms are silent and the shuttles cease to fly
Shall God unroll the canvas and explain the reason why.
The dark threads are as needful in the Weaver’s skillful hands
As the threads of gold and silver in the pattern He has planned.
A day, an hour, of virtuous liberty
Is worth a whole eternity in bondage.
But when the observer is the observed — when the thinking is the experience — then there is no more thought.
And here I am at last, a very fool, with useless learning curst, no wiser than at first.
Stand apart from circumstances, and do not permit them to influence the mind.
If you think you are behaving well then you are wrong, because seeing your own behavior as good is itself a form of pride.
Whatever you do, act always in full presence of mind. Be thoughtful in eating and drinking, in walking or standing, in sleeping or waking, while talking or being silent.
My Father supports me, protects me, and directs me in all things. His care for me is infinite, and is with me forever. I am eternally blessed as His Son.
There is nothing either good or bad, but thinking makes it so.
The question at stake is no common one. It is, “Are we in our right sense or are we not?”
“Has the road an end or not?” He answered: “The road has an end, but the stations have no end, for the journey is twofold, one to God and one in God.”
The more we know, the greater our thirst for knowledge. The water-lily, in the midst of waters, opens its leaves and expands its petals at the first pattering of showers, and rejoices in the raindrops with a quicker sympathy than the parched shrub in the sandy desert.
“What people will say.” In these words there lies the tyranny of the world, the whole destruction of our natural disposition, the uneven vision of our minds. These four words bear sway everywhere.
When we have reached love, we have reached God and our journey is at an end.
It is better that one should not vow rather than to vow and not pay.
Love is dying every day. Love is not memory… love is not thought. Love is not a thing that continues as duration in time. And through observation, one must die to the continuity of everything. There is love, and with love there comes creation.
A sound direction is not so much indicated by never making a mistake, as by never repeating it.
There is no consolation except in truth alone.
The Formless is in the midst of all forms.
